stained in ink upon his chest,
weaving herself into his flesh,
your fingertips follow his spine,
carol, you say, he’ll always be mine.
scarred possession across his wrist,
upon his veins, unworthy of a kiss,
your fluent tongue caresses and bites,
carol, you say, disappear with the lights,
branded in black blood, eternally scorned,
faded to a blue blush, tarnished as she mourns,
your love lust dances to his romantic rhyme,
carol, you say, iโ€™ll be here till the end of time
piercing his skin, a named forgettable past,
scowling, in the wrinkle, to which sheโ€™s been cast.